The elder watched him silently. She wasn't sure if before her sat merely a boy or someone far older, far more cunning.
"The three deities," she continued, "do not act recklessly, even in their eternal power. They select the ruler of the Heavenly Court themselves—a being of immense authority and unparalleled insight. This chosen one is granted the title… The Overseer of Fates."
Julian's eyes widened at the words. The title alone carried the gravity of eons.
"The Overseer of Fates is not merely a judge. He is the anchor of the cosmos. Every decision of the deities, every clash of Creation and Destruction, and every act of Preservation flows through him. His gaze touches all lives, mortal or divine. He maintains the complex web of destinies, ensuring that balance persists."
She let her words hang for a moment, letting the enormity of the concept sink in. The idea that a mortal—or something resembling one—could wield power over gods, over destiny itself, was staggering.
